"I could have belonged to you, belonged solely to you, Fu Yanye, but you rejected me back then. What are you trying to do now by coming back? Bastard?"
She didn't know how much time had passed, but as he kissed her, his hands started wandering again. Zhuo Jian took advantage of the moment he stood up to take off his clothes to grab a pillow and threw it at him violently, repeatedly.
Fu Yanye suddenly curled up on the bed, holding his head, motionless.
Seeing him like that, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but throw the pillow directly at him and then turn and run.
Fu Yanye then raised his head slightly and watched her pretty feet quickly leave the bedroom.
Was she dissatisfied?
Fu Yanye lay on his side on the bed, blankly staring in one direction.
It had been so long; he almost forgot how she used to be such a spoiled little princess.
The rustling sounds continued from outside, and he unconsciously let out a sigh.
